Well this was not fun. I went to the dentist to deal with the pain I have been having on and off with one of my teeth. Dr did some prodding, didn't come up with anything, but an xray showed a small cavity that was probably being bothered when I bit just right, so he offered to fix it (UGH) and I went through with it. Upper left side. The Novocaine shot didn't hurt nearly as much as they normally do - and that should have been my first inclination that I should have started running.
It hurts so friggen much that I think I gave myself bruises trying to distract myself from the pain in my mouth by pinching my legs. I originally was trying to dig my fingernails into my fingers, but I was afraid I was about to make myself bleed.
Dr. ended up giving me four shots of Novocaine all together, but it didn't matter. When I was done, I had so much Novocaine on board that my lower lid of my eye was frozen. I had intended to do a little shopping after wards, but since I felt like someone just hit me on the face I just went home. I had some narcotics left over from when I had my wisdom teeth pulled and so I took one and went to bed.
Unfortunately it did not even come close to touching the pain, and simply left me all hyped up and still in pain.
I don't think i have ever been so miserable. Broken leg, sprained ankles, four different times having teeth removed..
Pisses me off because I have been taking care of my teeth pretty darn religiously since my last cavity. I hate brushing my teeth because the mint burns my mouth. but I have brushed twice a day almost every day (and I've never gone more then 12 hours with out brushing) flossing once a day and using mouth wash every time. chewing gum constantly that is "good for teeth" and sucking on zylitol that kills bacteria.. etc. I'm sorry dentists who don't believe there is no such thing as soft teeth. I have teeth that are obnoxiously prone to cavities..
12.30.2009
12.28.2009
*sob*
I'm cold..
*shiver*
I'm at work, and the little space heater my boss bought me for Christmas last year died. it is a very very sad thing. Because I'm fairly certain if I had to sit her for more than an hour and a half my fingers would turn blue and I'd be friggen miserable.
I have hope that my co-worker who is sitting in the cubbie behind me knocked out the power cord from the plug (yes, this office is not wired properly, and we have extension cords and splitters upon extension cords) but if it is actually dead I'm going to have to go out and buy another one, because work is not bearable when I'm so friggen cold. Prior to last year I bundled in a blanket and sweater most days (yes, including the heat of July when my co-workers would blast the air conditioning)
I don't want to bug the co-worker, so I'll check on it on Wednesday when I come into work (co-worker only works on Mondays) as I am off to the dentist tomorrow.
*shiver*
I'm at work, and the little space heater my boss bought me for Christmas last year died. it is a very very sad thing. Because I'm fairly certain if I had to sit her for more than an hour and a half my fingers would turn blue and I'd be friggen miserable.
I have hope that my co-worker who is sitting in the cubbie behind me knocked out the power cord from the plug (yes, this office is not wired properly, and we have extension cords and splitters upon extension cords) but if it is actually dead I'm going to have to go out and buy another one, because work is not bearable when I'm so friggen cold. Prior to last year I bundled in a blanket and sweater most days (yes, including the heat of July when my co-workers would blast the air conditioning)
I don't want to bug the co-worker, so I'll check on it on Wednesday when I come into work (co-worker only works on Mondays) as I am off to the dentist tomorrow.
Catching up
I know, it has been a while. I have been busy, then I've been sick, and frankly I just haven't been feeling all that interesting lately so I've been avoiding.
I did figure out why I enjoy crime shows so much though. I've been feeling pretty odd lately that all I seem to watch are the CSIs and NCISs of the tv world. I tried branching out into other shows, and quickly had to delete them off Tivo. The reason? I can not STAND embarrassment humor. I think it is horrid when one character is at the wrong end of a joke at their expense. One or two every once in a while I can handle, but it seems most of the "comedy" shows are simply one embarrassment joke after another. The kind that just makes me cringe.
Oddly enough though, I did and still do enjoy the movie "Night at the Roxbury" in which the two main characters are those kind of guys who everyone makes fun of, but somehow they seem to get through most of the entire show only making fun of themselves. A lot of people look down on them as posers who are trying to be cool but never will, but they don't seem to go out of their way to show these two guys just how uncool they are. I totally appreciate that (although it has been a long time since I've seen it, so if my memory is incorrect, don't tell me.)
lets see. My weight is pretty much at a stand still. A few weeks ago I got on the scale and it said 187. I knew it was a pure lie, so I moved the scale and got back on, still 187. Even moved the scale into a different room, same reading. but the older scale still said 200, and the next day it read 200s, so it was just a lie, but it was a nice lie to see. :) The week before Christmas I gave up on my diet and ate what ever I wanted. Surprisingly when I got on the scale the other day it said I still weighed 202. I haven't been able to get a good actuate reading lately because I've been suffering from some severe congestion, and am up two or three times in the night getting something to drink. I've pretty much come to the conclusion that it is the Depo provera that is keeping me from losing. I hate that, but each time I was late for my next shot I started losing again. I hate having periods, with deep dark fiery passion. So much so I wanted to rip out my uterus when I was having them. Manually. I don't think that any other option of birth control is going to keep me from getting my periods and allow me to lose weight. Although I did see on TV a procedure that uses a laser to kill the lining of the uterus.. I am all for that!! I can't imagine how much that would cost, and do I trust that it would be good birth control as well as the answer to my little monthly problem. I suppose I should talk to someone about that, but I'm not all that thrilled with my DR who has no imagination and has not given me an ounce of help with my exhaustion. Everything that was done was something *I* came up with as a suggestion for her to look into. She mentioned Lyme, but since I never go outside, and have only seen a tick twice, we quickly came to the conclusion that is mostly likely not the reason. I so need a new doctor. but I think I'm going to wait till the summer when my annual is due. I think it will just make it easier recordkeeping wise. That and I have no idea how to go about finding a new dr, so I'm basically avoiding (oh that is so me!) I'm also trying to decide if it is worth coming off the Depo (which I think will have additional benefits to the weight loss - save for that one horrid downside of getting my periods back) or if I just want to go to a plastic surgeon and have my major fat deposits sucked out. I'm pretty sure any PS won't want to do it that way. I should probably just go talk to one and see what they say.
I got sick right after Thanksgiving, and really didn't recover. By the time I started feeling better from that, I started coming down with a horrid sore throat, and then after a few days of that it moved into my lungs. I've been coughing up mucus for over a week now. One day the coughing was so bad I was coughing up blood. DH was quite worried about me, but I knew it was just the irritation of trying to get it all out, and promised him if there were any more the next day I'd let him take me to the ER. There wasn't. There were a few days when it got quite dark and yellow / greenish, but it cleared back up. Now its only dark in the morning, but for the most part is clear. Ive got some pretty horrid sinus plugging going on too, which is so odd because I am breathing through my nose just fine, but am able to .. well basically suck mucus out of the top of my throat/sinuses. It is really gross. If you think reading it is bad, try living it.
So I haven't worked out in over a week. I did about 20 minutes a week ago, and about 20 minutes this morning. I'm getting so angry with my body for not losing the weight, AND for not gaining it when I'm eating what ever I want and not working out. I know full well I should just be thankful that I am mobile, and can breathe on my own, etc, but it is so hard to remember to be thankful when your getting pranked all the time.
Christmas was ok. DH didn't do too badly on gifts... although most items were things I told him point blank I wanted or needed. My dad stopped by a few days before Christmas and dropped off some Chex Mix and $200. My sister stopped by on Christmas Eve and brought some goodies the boys made, a nice photo of them, and some nice slippers.
Christmas cards were WAY down this year. It was so sad, and I felt like I had no friends at all, but then several people commented that they got almost no cards themselves. I guess the recession killed the Christmas card.
Went to the parents house on Christmas. Because Dad stopped by I emailed him and invited him to our Christmas Eve open house. They couldn't attend (guess they don't understand the concept of an open house but whatever) and invited us over for Christmas dinner. I already decided I didn't want to eat meat on Christmas (I am so turning in to a vegetarian even though I don't really want to - but that is a different post) and so I suggested we stop by later for a quick visit. I just couldn't see spending the amount of time required to eat a meal with them, as I am still not quite ready to trust my mother into not trying to make me feel like an idiot. She did very well during our visit, although for the most part we didn't have a direct conversation. Mostly we talked to and about the grand kids. I was so dreading going, but I knew the guilt of not going would be worse then anything she would possibly dish out. I was feeling pretty miserable as my chest was so congested, but I survived, and one more visit down. Not quite sure where this is going, or why I would even want it to. I don't think any of us benefit from these visits, but c'est la vie.
Ive been having some pretty odd dreams lately. One was horribly disturbing about an accident at the house that killed one of the cats. They were playing and one fell off a cliff. Didn't much like that one. I had one this morning that was quite odd in it's normalcy, but the fact that it was not my life. I think I was working at a job I have never worked at in my waking life.
Two weeks ago I started having severe tooth pain. Actually it started a month or more ago with some odd swelling/inflammation. It wasn't tooth pain so much as it was like a popcorn kernal was stuck and was irritating my gums. I started brushing with baking soda and it cleared up, but then this. I am DREADING going to the dentist, because I fear he is going to want to put a crown on the tooth, and I can't imagine that is going to be ANY fun for me at all. (like going to the dentist ever is) I have pretty much been able to control the pain with the liberal use of baking soda, brushing w/ sensitive tooth paste and Act mouth rinse. For the most part I can forget I have teeth problems, but I'm aware when I'm eating. Odd things set it off, like bread of all things. But gum and fudge did not. A dull ache has started, so I know that going tomorrow is a good thing. *sigh*
Another oddity in my life is that I have a little swelling "down there". It is just on one side on the inner outer parts to about double the normal size (Sorry I'm not being more specific but I don't want to show up on search engines using those words) It is on the left side of my "l. m." Its only been a few days. I think it is because I've been stuck in bed for so long (which is why I worked out this morning) I feel it when I have a lot of urine to express. Since I'm drinking so much fluids because of my congestion, at one point I irritated it so much it bled a little - which is when I figured out it was a little swollen. I googled, and it seems that it either could be a big deal, or it is nothing. So I'm watching it for a few more days before I start to worry. Although at this point it seems to have started to reduce in size.
I'm also finding myself down in the dumps emotionally. It feels so odd to feel so useless and unnecessary in your own life. Nothing really feels like it needs to be done. Didn't help that doing anything made me so tired that I would literally have to stop and catch my breath simply standing up. After Christmas shopping was no fun. Didn't help that the only left over stuff was wrapping paper which I am still not allowed to buy (I should donate the boxes of paper I have) cards, which I'm not sending next year anyway, and candy - which while I did eventually buy some of, I absolutely do not need to have in the house. Oh, and bath sets. *shudder* I'm waiting till I feel a little better physically to start taking the Sam-E again which does seem to help. Feeling useful is pretty useless when you are unable to do anything :D My down state isn't so much that life sucks and I am worried about possibly doing something to myself (which a lot of depressed people do) it is more of a big blank slate. A state of nothingness. A sheet of white paper. It is annoying as hell, but totally survivable.
Well I suppose that's about all. I could go on and rant more about things, but why. I am going to focus on the positives and wait out this stupid congestion and start the new year fresh (oh don't get me started on the horror of celebrating of NYD for that definitely is another post.)
I did figure out why I enjoy crime shows so much though. I've been feeling pretty odd lately that all I seem to watch are the CSIs and NCISs of the tv world. I tried branching out into other shows, and quickly had to delete them off Tivo. The reason? I can not STAND embarrassment humor. I think it is horrid when one character is at the wrong end of a joke at their expense. One or two every once in a while I can handle, but it seems most of the "comedy" shows are simply one embarrassment joke after another. The kind that just makes me cringe.
Oddly enough though, I did and still do enjoy the movie "Night at the Roxbury" in which the two main characters are those kind of guys who everyone makes fun of, but somehow they seem to get through most of the entire show only making fun of themselves. A lot of people look down on them as posers who are trying to be cool but never will, but they don't seem to go out of their way to show these two guys just how uncool they are. I totally appreciate that (although it has been a long time since I've seen it, so if my memory is incorrect, don't tell me.)
lets see. My weight is pretty much at a stand still. A few weeks ago I got on the scale and it said 187. I knew it was a pure lie, so I moved the scale and got back on, still 187. Even moved the scale into a different room, same reading. but the older scale still said 200, and the next day it read 200s, so it was just a lie, but it was a nice lie to see. :) The week before Christmas I gave up on my diet and ate what ever I wanted. Surprisingly when I got on the scale the other day it said I still weighed 202. I haven't been able to get a good actuate reading lately because I've been suffering from some severe congestion, and am up two or three times in the night getting something to drink. I've pretty much come to the conclusion that it is the Depo provera that is keeping me from losing. I hate that, but each time I was late for my next shot I started losing again. I hate having periods, with deep dark fiery passion. So much so I wanted to rip out my uterus when I was having them. Manually. I don't think that any other option of birth control is going to keep me from getting my periods and allow me to lose weight. Although I did see on TV a procedure that uses a laser to kill the lining of the uterus.. I am all for that!! I can't imagine how much that would cost, and do I trust that it would be good birth control as well as the answer to my little monthly problem. I suppose I should talk to someone about that, but I'm not all that thrilled with my DR who has no imagination and has not given me an ounce of help with my exhaustion. Everything that was done was something *I* came up with as a suggestion for her to look into. She mentioned Lyme, but since I never go outside, and have only seen a tick twice, we quickly came to the conclusion that is mostly likely not the reason. I so need a new doctor. but I think I'm going to wait till the summer when my annual is due. I think it will just make it easier recordkeeping wise. That and I have no idea how to go about finding a new dr, so I'm basically avoiding (oh that is so me!) I'm also trying to decide if it is worth coming off the Depo (which I think will have additional benefits to the weight loss - save for that one horrid downside of getting my periods back) or if I just want to go to a plastic surgeon and have my major fat deposits sucked out. I'm pretty sure any PS won't want to do it that way. I should probably just go talk to one and see what they say.
I got sick right after Thanksgiving, and really didn't recover. By the time I started feeling better from that, I started coming down with a horrid sore throat, and then after a few days of that it moved into my lungs. I've been coughing up mucus for over a week now. One day the coughing was so bad I was coughing up blood. DH was quite worried about me, but I knew it was just the irritation of trying to get it all out, and promised him if there were any more the next day I'd let him take me to the ER. There wasn't. There were a few days when it got quite dark and yellow / greenish, but it cleared back up. Now its only dark in the morning, but for the most part is clear. Ive got some pretty horrid sinus plugging going on too, which is so odd because I am breathing through my nose just fine, but am able to .. well basically suck mucus out of the top of my throat/sinuses. It is really gross. If you think reading it is bad, try living it.
So I haven't worked out in over a week. I did about 20 minutes a week ago, and about 20 minutes this morning. I'm getting so angry with my body for not losing the weight, AND for not gaining it when I'm eating what ever I want and not working out. I know full well I should just be thankful that I am mobile, and can breathe on my own, etc, but it is so hard to remember to be thankful when your getting pranked all the time.
Christmas was ok. DH didn't do too badly on gifts... although most items were things I told him point blank I wanted or needed. My dad stopped by a few days before Christmas and dropped off some Chex Mix and $200. My sister stopped by on Christmas Eve and brought some goodies the boys made, a nice photo of them, and some nice slippers.
Christmas cards were WAY down this year. It was so sad, and I felt like I had no friends at all, but then several people commented that they got almost no cards themselves. I guess the recession killed the Christmas card.
Went to the parents house on Christmas. Because Dad stopped by I emailed him and invited him to our Christmas Eve open house. They couldn't attend (guess they don't understand the concept of an open house but whatever) and invited us over for Christmas dinner. I already decided I didn't want to eat meat on Christmas (I am so turning in to a vegetarian even though I don't really want to - but that is a different post) and so I suggested we stop by later for a quick visit. I just couldn't see spending the amount of time required to eat a meal with them, as I am still not quite ready to trust my mother into not trying to make me feel like an idiot. She did very well during our visit, although for the most part we didn't have a direct conversation. Mostly we talked to and about the grand kids. I was so dreading going, but I knew the guilt of not going would be worse then anything she would possibly dish out. I was feeling pretty miserable as my chest was so congested, but I survived, and one more visit down. Not quite sure where this is going, or why I would even want it to. I don't think any of us benefit from these visits, but c'est la vie.
Ive been having some pretty odd dreams lately. One was horribly disturbing about an accident at the house that killed one of the cats. They were playing and one fell off a cliff. Didn't much like that one. I had one this morning that was quite odd in it's normalcy, but the fact that it was not my life. I think I was working at a job I have never worked at in my waking life.
Two weeks ago I started having severe tooth pain. Actually it started a month or more ago with some odd swelling/inflammation. It wasn't tooth pain so much as it was like a popcorn kernal was stuck and was irritating my gums. I started brushing with baking soda and it cleared up, but then this. I am DREADING going to the dentist, because I fear he is going to want to put a crown on the tooth, and I can't imagine that is going to be ANY fun for me at all. (like going to the dentist ever is) I have pretty much been able to control the pain with the liberal use of baking soda, brushing w/ sensitive tooth paste and Act mouth rinse. For the most part I can forget I have teeth problems, but I'm aware when I'm eating. Odd things set it off, like bread of all things. But gum and fudge did not. A dull ache has started, so I know that going tomorrow is a good thing. *sigh*
Another oddity in my life is that I have a little swelling "down there". It is just on one side on the inner outer parts to about double the normal size (Sorry I'm not being more specific but I don't want to show up on search engines using those words) It is on the left side of my "l. m." Its only been a few days. I think it is because I've been stuck in bed for so long (which is why I worked out this morning) I feel it when I have a lot of urine to express. Since I'm drinking so much fluids because of my congestion, at one point I irritated it so much it bled a little - which is when I figured out it was a little swollen. I googled, and it seems that it either could be a big deal, or it is nothing. So I'm watching it for a few more days before I start to worry. Although at this point it seems to have started to reduce in size.
I'm also finding myself down in the dumps emotionally. It feels so odd to feel so useless and unnecessary in your own life. Nothing really feels like it needs to be done. Didn't help that doing anything made me so tired that I would literally have to stop and catch my breath simply standing up. After Christmas shopping was no fun. Didn't help that the only left over stuff was wrapping paper which I am still not allowed to buy (I should donate the boxes of paper I have) cards, which I'm not sending next year anyway, and candy - which while I did eventually buy some of, I absolutely do not need to have in the house. Oh, and bath sets. *shudder* I'm waiting till I feel a little better physically to start taking the Sam-E again which does seem to help. Feeling useful is pretty useless when you are unable to do anything :D My down state isn't so much that life sucks and I am worried about possibly doing something to myself (which a lot of depressed people do) it is more of a big blank slate. A state of nothingness. A sheet of white paper. It is annoying as hell, but totally survivable.
Well I suppose that's about all. I could go on and rant more about things, but why. I am going to focus on the positives and wait out this stupid congestion and start the new year fresh (oh don't get me started on the horror of celebrating of NYD for that definitely is another post.)
12.02.2009
botox, weight and sickness
Well lookie, I didn't blog about finally getting botox!
A local skin care place was having an open house and was discounting botox to be $10 a unit. It was on 10/30. I went in and showed the woman my crinkly forehead that happens when I'm tired or thinking too hard, and she said 12 units would take care of that no problem. I wasn't much a fan of the injections. It was very much like a bee sting, and she didn't give me any time to prepare. I would like to exhale when being injected, but she gave no warning .. no nothing and injected at irregular intervals. *shrug*
It took almost a week for the full effect to occur. I can knit my brows still, but it is dramatically less. Where I had deep furrows before, now I have very shallow lines much further apart, and I really have to work at doing it - meaning no more crinkly forehead without knowing it.
I think that 12 units was too many though. I have some really odd sensations in the area she injected me. If I do this again, I am going to ask to start with half that and go from there.
Will I do it again? Probably but most likely not for a long while. But then again talk to me when this wears off and I'm making crinkly forehead all over the place.
As to my weight.. I got down to 199.5 before Thanksgiving. I didn't do too bad on Thanksgiving, but I couldn't stop snacking and eating pie. Small pieces, little bits, but I couldn't log any of it so I stopped keeping track for a few days, and last I weighed I was 202. Not going to stress over it. I decided that I would finish off the pie over the weekend, and start up again Monday... well Monday my throat started to hurt, and my glands swelled. I hate when this happens. Seems to happen a couple of times a year. I'm friggen miserable, and the congestion has moved into my lungs. To help combat the congestion I'm taking decongestants which dry me right out. So I can either be gooey and miserable or dried up and miserable. Can't find that happy medium where miserable is left behind. Last night I slept better, but woke up to find the congestion was in my lungs - oh what fun!. Exercising while miserable is miserable, and so I've not been doing as much as I would like... But I'm not going to stress over that either. My goal is not to be a supermodel, but to be kind to my body and be healthy.. so that is what I'm doing. Even if making my body happy involves eating an overly processed full of junk commercial chocolate chip cookie (annoying as all get out that I felt better after eating cookies and felt miserable after eating a nice healthy salad)
Because I was planning on having my arms cut off this year, I held off taking my vacation time. Now I have 8 days to take before the end of the year, and my boss is going to be out of the office one of those weeks for confrences, so I'm taking thursday and Friday off the first and second weeks of December. Then the third week is Christmas so we have Thursday and Friday off anyway. The next week I'm taking the 29th and 30th off and we have the 31st and the 1st off, so basically I'm working 8 days this month :D I really like how that worked out, although it will be a little stressful for me not being here so much... but I'm sure I'll get over that. I plan to sleep quite a bit tomorrow, then work on some projects I've been putting off on Friday. Some shopping, some cookie baking, some wrapping.. hopefully this will be a nice productive month for me.
Looking at my labels, I notice that I didn't mention my haircut either. I did go out on the 16th after work. Had it cut to about an inch below my shoulder. Lost about 6 inches, maybe 8. No one commented. *sigh*
A local skin care place was having an open house and was discounting botox to be $10 a unit. It was on 10/30. I went in and showed the woman my crinkly forehead that happens when I'm tired or thinking too hard, and she said 12 units would take care of that no problem. I wasn't much a fan of the injections. It was very much like a bee sting, and she didn't give me any time to prepare. I would like to exhale when being injected, but she gave no warning .. no nothing and injected at irregular intervals. *shrug*
It took almost a week for the full effect to occur. I can knit my brows still, but it is dramatically less. Where I had deep furrows before, now I have very shallow lines much further apart, and I really have to work at doing it - meaning no more crinkly forehead without knowing it.
I think that 12 units was too many though. I have some really odd sensations in the area she injected me. If I do this again, I am going to ask to start with half that and go from there.
Will I do it again? Probably but most likely not for a long while. But then again talk to me when this wears off and I'm making crinkly forehead all over the place.
As to my weight.. I got down to 199.5 before Thanksgiving. I didn't do too bad on Thanksgiving, but I couldn't stop snacking and eating pie. Small pieces, little bits, but I couldn't log any of it so I stopped keeping track for a few days, and last I weighed I was 202. Not going to stress over it. I decided that I would finish off the pie over the weekend, and start up again Monday... well Monday my throat started to hurt, and my glands swelled. I hate when this happens. Seems to happen a couple of times a year. I'm friggen miserable, and the congestion has moved into my lungs. To help combat the congestion I'm taking decongestants which dry me right out. So I can either be gooey and miserable or dried up and miserable. Can't find that happy medium where miserable is left behind. Last night I slept better, but woke up to find the congestion was in my lungs - oh what fun!. Exercising while miserable is miserable, and so I've not been doing as much as I would like... But I'm not going to stress over that either. My goal is not to be a supermodel, but to be kind to my body and be healthy.. so that is what I'm doing. Even if making my body happy involves eating an overly processed full of junk commercial chocolate chip cookie (annoying as all get out that I felt better after eating cookies and felt miserable after eating a nice healthy salad)
Because I was planning on having my arms cut off this year, I held off taking my vacation time. Now I have 8 days to take before the end of the year, and my boss is going to be out of the office one of those weeks for confrences, so I'm taking thursday and Friday off the first and second weeks of December. Then the third week is Christmas so we have Thursday and Friday off anyway. The next week I'm taking the 29th and 30th off and we have the 31st and the 1st off, so basically I'm working 8 days this month :D I really like how that worked out, although it will be a little stressful for me not being here so much... but I'm sure I'll get over that. I plan to sleep quite a bit tomorrow, then work on some projects I've been putting off on Friday. Some shopping, some cookie baking, some wrapping.. hopefully this will be a nice productive month for me.
Looking at my labels, I notice that I didn't mention my haircut either. I did go out on the 16th after work. Had it cut to about an inch below my shoulder. Lost about 6 inches, maybe 8. No one commented. *sigh*
making fat people pay more
There have been a couple stories that I've run across lately about how some places are making people who are overweight pay more or do more. The first was an ambulance service who was going to charge 1000$ if your BMI was over a certain number instead of the standard $600. The second was at the consumerist about a college requiring overweight people take a physical education course in order to graduate.
How do I feel about this as a former fat person (and a current overweight one)?
Well of course I hate the idea of having to pay more for something, for what ever reason..
but do I think there are valid points here? yes.
OK I think the college should require EVERYONE to take the PE class. They don't get off the hook for discrimination of fat people. There are a lot of unhealthy skinny people who need a PE class. If they are doing it to benefit those they consider unhealthy, then they should not discriminate and only make the "fat" (in which they feel fat=unhealthy) people do it. One thought about the college was that they are doing it because they know that fat people are discriminated against and they would have a harder time finding a job, which would directly effect their placement rates. Ok yes, I can see that, but I still don't see why you can't require EVERYONE to take it.
However the ambulance service or a hospital or airlines etc.. If I cost a company more money then the standard client, shouldn't I be charged more? Does it matter why I cost them more money? I mean if I have asthma, and I require more time and energy from the staff, shouldn't they be compensated for that? Why should the time and energy required because I'm overweight be any less important?
Being overweight is one of the last great taboos. It is very sad. No one is exactly sure what is acceptable and what is not when it comes to treating the overweight population. Yes, some of them it is their own fault. and yes, some of them it really isn't (to some extent) and I don't think society should punish anyone for any deviation from the standard, be that weight or mental illness or a missing limb, etc. But if that deviation from the standard requires more care, then I don't think anyone should be entitled to get that care for free.
How do I feel about this as a former fat person (and a current overweight one)?
Well of course I hate the idea of having to pay more for something, for what ever reason..
but do I think there are valid points here? yes.
OK I think the college should require EVERYONE to take the PE class. They don't get off the hook for discrimination of fat people. There are a lot of unhealthy skinny people who need a PE class. If they are doing it to benefit those they consider unhealthy, then they should not discriminate and only make the "fat" (in which they feel fat=unhealthy) people do it. One thought about the college was that they are doing it because they know that fat people are discriminated against and they would have a harder time finding a job, which would directly effect their placement rates. Ok yes, I can see that, but I still don't see why you can't require EVERYONE to take it.
However the ambulance service or a hospital or airlines etc.. If I cost a company more money then the standard client, shouldn't I be charged more? Does it matter why I cost them more money? I mean if I have asthma, and I require more time and energy from the staff, shouldn't they be compensated for that? Why should the time and energy required because I'm overweight be any less important?
Being overweight is one of the last great taboos. It is very sad. No one is exactly sure what is acceptable and what is not when it comes to treating the overweight population. Yes, some of them it is their own fault. and yes, some of them it really isn't (to some extent) and I don't think society should punish anyone for any deviation from the standard, be that weight or mental illness or a missing limb, etc. But if that deviation from the standard requires more care, then I don't think anyone should be entitled to get that care for free.
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